It's a good thing that their professor is such a fucking deep sleeper, because even after all the background noise comes rushing back, Andy's still a little flushed and trying to catch her breath, her chest still rising and falling with the effort of it as she watches him with heavy-lidded eyes — lingering first on that grin then dropping pointedly downward to the tent in his robes.

"Don't think about it too hard," she taunts wryly, finally smoothing her skirt back down and turning to sit back in her seat properly. "Or you won't last until later."